It started with a nice walk in the park, along the river.
Just one Caterpillar, climbing up my Hubby's leg. At the time we were having a deep discussion about changes, as we were walking. Thinking that we might have to readdress our goals and what our timelines were working out to be.
And along came a Caterpillar.
If you can get past the phase of Caterpillars eating every leaf in sight and spinning cacoons here there and everywhere, and wait the time it takes for them to morph into a beautiful butterfly, then its not so bad.
Caterpillars change. The change is inevitable. They either die or they change.
Its the same with change. Its inevitable. You can't stay the same, stagnant and going nowhere. Change makes sure it moves you, even into unknown territory. You must change.
And there are many ways to suffer the death of not moving with the change.
We talked about the changes we were facing, the fact that those things we wanted might not be the things we needed.
Its strange how Caterpillars all congregate onto one spot on the trunk of the tree. Why there?
Its kind of like thoughts. You get something in your mind It stays there, going round and round. And grows. It eats into the wood. It marks the spot, especially if you don't do anything to rid yourself of it.
We had a lot of things to wade through and search through to get to the bottom. It was marking the spot.
We had to address it.
One day the butterfly will emerge.
We will see the change.